PHOEBE
She smiled a little and shook her head. ”Every time you sleep with a woman there is a possibility of having them anyways, so either you might secretly want them or else the bird and bees were explained to you very poorly.” she said with a light laugh. ”I just mean you don’t have to pretend to be sorry for my sake. I understand if you’re more relieved than anything.” she said gently.
”Why do you think it makes sense? Do you think I’m not ready too?” she asked, brow furrowing. It was one thing for Frey to say, but something else entirely for Jata. He wasn’t an all knowing deity after all. And was she fine with waiting though? She shrugged. ”That’s sort of an odd question, as I don’t really have a choice. I have to wait. It’s not like there are men just lining up waiting to impregnate me.” she said with a hint of a smirk. Quite the contrary, there was a stark lack of anyone even remotely wanting anything to do with her, much less make babies with her…and she would learn to be fine with that if it killed her.
”Why do you think it makes sense? Do you think I’m not ready too?” she asked, brow furrowing. It was one thing for Frey to say, but something else entirely for Jata. He wasn’t an all knowing deity after all. And was she fine with waiting though? She shrugged. ”That’s sort of an odd question, as I don’t really have a choice. I have to wait. It’s not like there are men just lining up waiting to impregnate me.” she said with a hint of a smirk. Quite the contrary, there was a stark lack of anyone even remotely wanting anything to do with her, much less make babies with her…and she would learn to be fine with that if it killed her.
You thought you'd watch me fade away
When you broke me into pieces
But I gave I gave each piece a name
